I am cold, and I am tired of you.
you'll never be enough for me and you know that as a fact, I have no idea of how much do I have to wait until I find the correct "one"; it makes me feel like an alien in this planet full people unmatchable with me...
I want to stop having to pretend care about, stop written forced messengers only to maintain your
lake of flavor body next to me just in case a new sex chance appears, you have been a waist of my time...
But I allowed it... because when I need someone that gives me fake hope and even more fake love
...you were all ways there for me.
lunes, 28 de diciembre de 2009
With cold, we can also say the true...
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